So we tought to one Iranian truck driver the essence of hitchhiking. He was going to Yazd and was eventually facinated about the idea of hitchhiking and would have been very glad to give us lift even till there.
When getting off on the payage near Kashan, it was already dark. Since hitchhiking did not work anymore, we tried to get a taxi to the city center together with two japanese girls, who we met there. They were exchange students, living in Tehran and studying Farsi language and culture.
When they asked Branko, where is he from and after getting to know that from Slovakia, the reaction of clapping their hands and high-pitch voice of "hiiiiiiiiiiiiii-hi-hi", first startled us, but then later when the same reaction followed when getting to know that Kadri is from Estonia, we were all four clapping our hands and shouting "hiiiiiiiiiiii-hi-hi".
They were exactly the kind of Japanese girls, that picture we had in our minds: little modest, always happy and smiling and very fond of giggling.
Finally we reached to Kashan center and decited to share hotel room with the japanese girls.
Reminder on the wall of our hotel :Imam Khomeini, president Ahmadinejad and Imam Khamenei are watching you !!!
In the same hotel were staying two indians and a guy from Pakistan, coming to Iran to sell their hadicrafts. They were very friendly, at the same time very jellaous for Branko, that he has a chance to share the room with three girls.
They were cooking indian mid-night dinner and invited us to join.
Next day we had some time to look around in Kashan before the afternoon bus to Efahan.
First place we went to was Kashan bazaar, of course.
If you mingle with some sellers in Kashan bazaar, they will for sure offer you a chance to see the rooftop of the bazaar. It is in fact a remarkable scenery and gives an idea how vast the bazaar really is. Some sellers simply close their shops and go to the roof with you from their good heart, some ask money for it.
After some time in bazaar, other interesting places in Kashan had to be checked out.
House of the rich Ameri family, made into a museum
Former city walls in the backround
If you think these are nuns crossing the street.....think again, this is in Iran !
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22. October was Branko's birthday, so we celebrated it in the most grandest way:
First picking fortune for Branko - it said everything will be well, until you do your daily prayer
And later having birthday lunch. Happy Branko tasting the most incredible Iranian sandwitch and zam-zam cola.
We were already about to move to the bus station in order to catch a bus to Esfahan, when we met Ali, a tour-guide for two full busses of iranian lawyers from Esfahan. At first we were very sceptical about his offer for joining his tour, but as he mentioned that we can have a free seat in the bus to Esfahan in the evening, we decided to go with the flow again.
So we got to see some other places of Kashan, like 5000-year old Sialk ziggurat (step pyramide) and Fin garden (garden designed by old persians, as they imagined how paradise garden looks like)
Kadri, Ali, Branko
Branko's birthday party ended in the bus of jolly iranian lawyers. We got many invitations, but our CS host Shahram was already waiting for us.
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